Pete was from Soldotna. Most of the people working in the fish cannery on the Kenai Peninsula were not from Alaska. Not Pete - and he was self-conscious about it. Maybe that was why did his best to seem like a bad ass.
Pete would stomp through the crowded camp of closely arranged tents with a dour look on his face. He would be stage muttering things like “Mother FUCKER” and “Son Of a BITCH” and “Fucking [heavy exhalation]”. He offended my .
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